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Lukai Feb 2021
I told my security guard to leave
Though he knew it was a bad idea
Opened my house to invite you in
Even took some boards down,
and cleaned it up a little  
Letting Some light in so that it would be presentable
For you
Displayed my my heart, and trust, and parts of my mind
So that you could see
For two months I left my house unlocked,
The windows unboarded
Without my guard.
I Slept peacefully through those months,
Felt safe
But of course,
That’s when you stole from me
During the night.
But you didn't just steal anything,
Not a cup, gold, or jewelry,
Not some artifact I can replace.
No, you stole my heart, and my trust
And ran off with it , just like that
And once word got out that you stole that
Fear, Self-Hate, Anger, and Depression
Invited themselves in
Made themselves comfortable ,
holding me hostage in my own home
And taking whatever was left

For a bit of time, I was able to escape the chains
And my security guard returned
We put the boards back onto the windows and doors
And locked my house tighter than before

You stole from me.
But, I should’ve never let anyone in
Or left myself vulnerable
That was my dumb mistake
Lukai Feb 2021
If you fold it ,
The creases remain
No matter how many times you try
The evidence of the creases will forever be there
But can slowly fade away…
If you crumple it up
More creases will appear
And the chance of the creases disappearing
Are unlikely
If you mark it up,
Evidence of that will stay
Even if you erase it,
The paper still holds the memory
If you cut it into little pieces
And try to glue it together again
There is no putting it back
To the way it was
Lukai Jan 2021
Rip me to pieces
Carve out my heart
Stab me in the back
Slice my throat  
No matter what you do
I will feel nothing
I’ll remain numb
Because i'm already dying slowly
Being ripped apart  
From the inside out
And its only a matter of time
Until the monsters inside me
Finally find their way out
Through the holes in my eyes
  Jan 2021 Lukai
Ashly Kocher
The day that broke me was the day that half completed me
Lukai Dec 2020
i see them everyday
and i hate them
the way they smile
the way they laugh
i hate their face
every blemish
their body
every part
their arms
every scar  
just hate the way they are
the way they look back at me  
like i want to see them
the way they hide  
i hate the person that I see
and the person who's inside
but what i especially hate
is that person is me
Copyright 2020 // 12/31/20 // 10:25 AM
Lily Anne
Lukai Dec 2020
Running down a long hallway,
I crash into a door ,
the impending doom creeping closer with each breath
I push and shove , and even kick
but the handle doesn't budge
the danger is so close
if only I was able to unlock the door
I could escape
and be free
As it grabs hold of me
it looks me in the eyes
and swallows me up
but before i meet my fate
I catch a glimpse of the keys
which have been in my hands.
Copyright 2020
Lukai Dec 2020
The forest is fresh, and pure;
blooming with life
Abundant stream flows through the center
keeping the  forest alive
Nothing but peace comes from this forest;
until a sudden spark sets off an ever-going blaze
that rages
and kills  everything in its path
The life that once bloomed.
is turned to ash
and the river filled with life-
is now but a dry path
The forest tries to restore itself ,
with what remains
but the river that brought it life
has not a single
thing left

the forest dies
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